I just can’t find it in myself to put myself and both of my little angels in appropriate clothes, go over to the church, and wrestle them for a couple of hours. They want to see their friends. I want to see my friends. We actually all three love taking communion, and take it seriously. I love the priest. The Girl loves Sunday School. The Boy,well, he’s The Boy, right? Still, after the acrobatic feats of The Boy and the adventures in squirminess of The Girl last week, I’m out. If The Hubs ever gets a Sunday off, we’ll all go back. I just don’t have the energy to run that particular Crazy today.